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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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The Barn

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HEY should never have built a barn there, at all--Drip, drip, drip!--under that elm tree,Though then it was young. Now it is oldBut good, not like the barn and me. To-morrow they cut it down. They will leaveThe barn, as I shall be left, maybe.What holds it up? 'Twould not pay to pull down.Well, this place has no other antiquity. No abbey or castle looks so oldAs this that Job Knight built in '54,Built to keep corn for rats and men.Now there's fowls in the roof, pigs on the floor. What thatch survives is dung for the grass,The best grass on the farm. A pity the roofWill not bear a mower to mow it. ButOnly fowls have foothold enough. Starlings used to sit there with bubbling throatsMaking a spiky beard as they chatteredAnd whistled and kissed, with heads in air,Till they thought of something else that mattered. But now they cannot find a place,Among all those holes, for a nest any more.It's the turn of lesser things, I suppose.Once I fancied 'twas starlings they built it for.